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A CHILD'S GRAVE AT FLORENCE.
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XXIX.
"For her, to gladden in God's view,—
For us, to hope and bear on!—
Grow, Lily, in thy garden new,
Beside the Rose of Sharon.
XXX.
"Grow fast in Heaven, sweet Lily clipped,
In love more calm than this is,—
And may the angels dewy-lipped
Remind thee of our kisses!
XXXI.
"While none shall tell thee of our tears,
These human tears now falling;
Till, after a few patient years,
One home shall take us all in;
XXXII.
"Child, father, mother—who, left out?
Not mother, and not father!—
And when, their dying couch about,
The natural mists shall gather,
XXXIII.
"Some smiling angel close shall stand,
In old Correggio's fashion,
Bearing a Lily in his hand,
For death's annunciation."
